Going nude was something I always enjoyed when I was at home. I mean why get dressed if you don't have to? When I was in my 20's, and living in a singles complex, nude swimming was the norm. But I had never actually been to a 'Nudist Resort'. My wife had no interest what-so-ever and even before we were married wouldn't play pool volleyball like that. I would have loved to show off the catch. (She had the best body I had ever had the pleasure of knowing.) But hell, even when we had a home with a pool and an 8ft privacy fence she wouldn't join me, even at night. I never pushed it but now, after 40 years, she was gone; moved 2000 miles away.
I found myself living in an area that had five or six 'clothing optional resorts' within a few miles. I guess you could say it was on my 'bucket list' so I set about to spend some time in the back yard sunbathing, so as to get those delicate parts a bit desensitized to the sun. I can't imagine how much it would hurt to have my ass burned, not to mention my cock and sack. I found a coupon for a free day visit to one place and said what the hell. A bar-buddy warned me that all I would see were a bunch of 'saggy baggies' and old fat people. Since my tanning was not complete I waited for a nice warm but cloudy day and took the plunge.
I entered the gate with my coupon and went into the lobby area. The guy at the desk looked a bit harried. I showed him the coupon and said I'd just like to check it out. I let him give me his spiel about joining and said that I just wanted the day pass like the coupon promised. He told me it was supposed to only be a guided tour but his assistant had just quit. I said that wasn't my problem. He gave me some disclaimers to sign and said I could go in. One of the papers included a list of rules.
No staring, gawking, or leering
No lewd comments
No swim suits in pools
Shower before entering pools
When you sit or lay down do so on a provided towel
NO SEXUAL CONTACT IN PUBLIC
I signed and he gave me a locker key and suggested that I use a fanny pack and exchange some bills for Susan B Anthony dollars. He explained that the bartender hated dealing with wet money. I bought a fanny pack from him and exchanged $20, having no idea of costs; I figured that would be enough for a few beers. I went to the locker room, stripped, and ventured out into the world of naturalists.
It felt a bit strange being in any even semi public place like that after all those years, and with all those rules in mind I tried to not look too hard. Not getting hard (which had been a concern) wasn't really an issue because, as my buddy warned, there really wasn't too much to see. There were lots of 'saggy baggies'.
I walked around and looked at the facilities and made my way back to the bar and main pool area. I ordered a beer, found a towel, and took a seat. A few couples showed up to sunbathe. I tried not to look too much but the women were pretty hot.
Then I heard a somewhat husky but feminine voice behind me ask, "Is this seat taken?" I turned and told her "Only by you." She looked about 35 and had a body that rivaled what my ex had at 25. "First time?" I told her yes and asked if my tan lines gave me away. She smiled and said that was a hint but that she had been watching me and saw how I was trying so hard not to look.
"Where were you?" I asked. "I know I would have noticed you."
She smiled and said she had the condo right behind where we were sitting. "I've been watching you since you came in. You have some nice attributes. You can look at me all you like. I enjoy being looked at." I asked if she lived there. "No my husband and I bought it when the place first opened. As part of the deal we had a lifetime membership. I live about 10 miles away."
I took the invitation and looked her up and down. From my vantage point she had everything I like, nice tits, fat labia, and unshaved pussy. She either dyed or was truly a natural redhead.
"Beautiful, but you're married?" I asked, maybe sounding a little disappointed.